I have just found out today that there is over a 90% chance that I have Celiac Disease. I'm just waiting, probably until April, when I can have a gastroscopy to confirm for sure. I have very low ferritin levels and low b12, and I guess now I know why.
And I must say I am quite miserable. I don't really want Celiac. I like, no, LOVE food! And I also feel guilty and angry with myself for feeling miserable, at the same time as I FEEL miserable. I mean it's not like I'm being diagnosed with cancer or motor neurone disease or even diabetes! I work in the health industry so I see people who would WISH they had Celiac compared to their problems.
And yet, I can't help but feel extremely hard done by and depressed. It's like I'm losing a good friend. Food.
Goodbye care-free live of spontaneous fish and chips. Goodbye delicious homemade cookie dough. Soon I will miss you all, but until I have that final test, I intend to eat every gluten containing food under the sun.
If anyone has any kind words to help me get out of this self-pitying funk, it would be very muchly appreciated.
Kind regards and lots of love,